Shechinah sh’b Malchut
We’ve walked this winding path,
all the days weeks, months,
years of our lengthening lives.
Just now, rising from the surrounding
silence, we step through, once again,
the 49th gate. Here—at this stopping
place—in all the languages of earth,
we hear the One.
Our tongues at the back of our throats
click into place, the primal aleph—
taking us back, all the way back,
to Light! BE!……………
and all the way forward, breath
by breath, step by step, to this
moment now, that reveals
our way into Presence,
through this passing momentary
never-ending Light.
6/11/2016
*Majesty w/in Indwelling Presence
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Singing Frog Press 
You remind me of all the times, in my younger days, when I searched for the One as if It were a thing to be found among the trees or stones rather than the immanent light of awareness that I can sometimes actually find today. Thank you for the beauty and insights.
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thank you so much Sharon for your kind words about this poem, and yes, take the phrase lengthening lives, you’re welcome to it.
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I might steal, with permission, the phrase “lengthening lives.” It is such an accurate and positive pronouncement of our experience, with our short time on earth, in opposition to all the overwrought aging themes. I like this post very much.
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